[Comprehensive] Throne of God

Holding this artifact-level book of creation, the silver-haired man who has since changed his name to Yahweh walked through the entire field of light, taking in this strange world in his eyes.

Every place he passed, the light became more dazzling because of him, as if he wanted to surround the silver-haired man. For the first time, Jehovah, who ruled the light in the world, felt the source of his own power, and they all belonged to him.

When Jehovah stopped, no one knew how long it had been since he was born. Standing in the center of the original place, the scope of the field of light expanded countless times again, and the impetuous divine power in his body subsided unknowingly. Blending with his soul, these powers belong to him after all, no matter how jerky he was when he first mastered them.

Seeing countless auras cheering for his arrival, the cold golden pupils couldn't help softening. Compared with the void and darkness that faintly rejected him outside the field of light, Jehovah found that he really liked these clean and pure energies.

Liking is such a simple thing. The light gave him a second life, and gave him the highest status in this life. Even if he paid a part of the price for it, what he got was far beyond what he could give. Degree.

Between a gain and a loss, it is already a gift from the light to him.

Obviously, they are all things that have no separate consciousness, but they relieve Jehovah's strangeness to this world. This is something that has been with him for hundreds of millions of years, and it is always with him when he is sleeping and waking up.There is no greater surprise than their cheering for your presence, the power of the entire Field of Light in the palm of your hand, so reassuring and satisfying.

Coming into this world with nothing, he thought that he had replaced the original creator god, but he let go of the last sliver of worry.

Opening his arms, the naked body of the silver-haired man gradually became transparent, and thousands of streamers danced in the field of light until he disappeared in place, that is, he truly merged into the light.Now even if time goes back to return to the human state, he is no longer a human being. The moment he swore to change his name, the law remembered his real name.

When conferring the gods, he also thought a lot, thinking about why he would time travel, what he would gain and what he would lose after time travel, and whether his family members in the past would have been reincarnated long ago, thinking... Is he really human? Still a god, but in the end, everything is empty.

His soul is stained with the divinity of extreme light, which is both detachment and transformation. It is the greatest luck in his life to be able to step into a level that countless human beings envy to madness with his human soul.

Up to now, no one...can deny his own identity. He is Jehovah who was born of light, and he is unique.

The warm divine power soaks the soul, it is such a pure and beautiful power, the light is so extreme that it cannot be assimilated into chaos, the nemesis of the darkness in the world.His long silver hair was floating in the golden ocean, Yahweh closed his eyelids, and he was unwilling to leave his domain. This was the only home that would tolerate him, he thought so.

The warmth that engulfed his soul was the reason why he was able to persevere until he became a god. Whenever he was about to be distracted by the long impact of the years, they would always carefully protect the last trace of his thoughts, so lonely that he was about to go crazy. How, so what if he lost himself, there is always someone who will try every means to wake him up again.

Is it moving? It comes from the moving of 'life'.

Yahweh didn't know, but he wanted to smile. The feeling that overflowed his heart must be joy.

Touching the cover of the Book of Creation with his fingers, Yahweh gazed at the profound and complicated patterns on it. He had to admit that it is great to have inherited memory as a knowledge base. If he looked at these patterns with the help of human memory, he would never guess it What does it mean.No matter which world you are in, a foreign language is the first course of survival, and it is also the most maddening thing.

The pure golden pupils narrowed slightly, and Jehovah, who was half-knowledgeable about his future, looked at the book in his hand, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation. Isn't this book claiming to record the records from before the creation of the world to the end of the world? Does God's omniscience and omnipotence come from it……

With this indescribable expectation, Jehovah opened the first page, and his eyes lit up when he saw the first line of words, but unfortunately, his face became stiff when he continued to read.

Goal: Genesis

Completed: 0%

Reference Books: The Bible - Genesis

Learning object: Pangu

Date: Seven days, the power of the world created by the reward is doubled, reaching the level of the first-class main world. Except for understanding why it took seven days to create the world in a hurry, the rest is the content sorted out in human memory. Make up the numbers, who is this fooling?When he saw the object of study, Yahweh pinched the corner of the book tightly with his fingers. How could his object of study be Pangu? Does the book of creation expect him to incarnate the world?

When he thought that his left eye might turn into the sun, his right eye into the moon, his hairs into stars, and he had to use his body to touch the heavens and the earth, and finally die there, Yahweh trembled silently, determined that he would never use such an unscientific method. To create the world, you have to believe that even gods have things to fear.

As for whether there is such a thing as 'science' in the chaotic world, only God knows.

When it turned to the second page, Yahweh knew that it was unreliable, and sighed.

"What do I need you for?"

Except for the first page, which has less than a hundred words, the rest of the pages are clean and nothing is written.

It really deserves to be my accompanying artifact, and it still doesn't know what I don't know.

Thinking of this, Yahweh was a little disappointed. Just as he was about to put the companion artifact aside, the Book of Creation in his hand trembled dissatisfied as if sensing the master's emotions.

"What do you say you are useful for?"

Yahweh’s tone was emotionless. He couldn’t develop any affection for the artifact that was born with him. Any item was just a foreign object to him. There is really nothing in this world that must be obtained. It doesn’t matter if you lose it. It doesn't matter if you get it.

The blank paper on the second page floated like water waves, as if a little bit of golden ink had overflowed. The chaotic and twisted lines fluttered a few times, and then turned into something familiar to Jehovah, which only came from his previous life. text, and past names.Looking at the things above, an imperceptible flash of understanding flashed in his golden pupils, and he understood another purpose of this artifact.

On the snow-white paper, there are clearly a few regular characters without any strokes...

Fingers lightly covered the words, and while the book of creation was shaking violently, the silver-haired god indifferently tore up the page.In the man's icy voice was an indescribable sarcasm, a declaration to the book of creation, and a promise to the law.

"My past is light, my present is light, and my future is still light."

Losing interest in the Book of Creation, he threw it aside without hesitation, then leaned back, lying comfortably in the sea of ​​light.As long as you recall your past memories, you will know who you are, the legendary God.That's why he was so firm when he said his real name.

Even if he is not the soul conceived by the real realm of light, since he was born in this world, he is God Jehovah, and at the same time he decided to live no worse than this mythical figure.

With a thought, a mirror that does not exist in the world is created out of thin air.

He just looked at his reflection in the mirror like this, the ultimate light in the world was restrained in his golden pupils, and this strange silver-haired man was himself now.When he was born, he was not interested in choosing his appearance, and he gathered this body with a relaxed and casual mind.Looking at it now, I also know that the appearance of the gods is beyond my imagination, and there is no comparable existence in human memory.

Could it be that... are all the gods of the creation god class like this?

Looking down at his newborn body, the ten fingers still look as slender and frail as humans, and the round shell-shaped nails reveal a light pink color, and there is no sense of strength at all.Out of boredom, Yahweh scratched the void in front of him with his nails at will, like the sound of gold and silk being torn, and it was easier than humans scratching tofu with their nails.

A space crack shining with pure light appeared in sight, the energy contained in it was so rich that it seemed to flow out, and the honey-like pale gold was extraordinarily beautiful.

Before the risk of creating the world was determined, or before he had no interest in it, Jehovah could not even have the slightest thought of creating the world.After a certain amount of leisure, the silver-haired man simply picked up the space crack with his fingers, and specially tore out the classic web-shaped cracks of the spider's web.

Anyway, the inside and outside space here is soaked by the divine power of light, so you can do whatever you want.

You ask him what it feels like to be the most noble and powerful existence in the world?

Yahweh just wants to say helplessly that he is the only creature in the whole world. Of course he is the number one in the world. As for the feeling... that is the boredom after the novelty.No matter how strong it is, there is not even a guy who can talk, who knows the melancholy that belongs to the gods.